“Come for us, Kara. Come all over my brother’s tongue.”My voice was a deep, guttural command. “Let go. Let him taste you.”
Her body arched, a beautiful, violent bow, a silent scream catching in her throat. The orgasm ripped through her, tearing a primal moan from her lips.Her legs started shaking, butDmitri didn’t stop. He held her down, drawing out her orgasm for as long as he saw fit.
When it was over, she collapsed against the sheets in a trembling heap. Her chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths, her skin flushed, her eyes glazed with a pleasure so profound it was almost painful.
“Beautiful,” Dmitri crooned appreciatively. He rose to his knees, his face glistening with her arousal and the dark satisfaction of ownership in his eyes.
I watched him, then looked down at her. I felt my own rush of possessiveness wash over me. She was ours. Not just to be used, but to be cherished. To be adored and cared for. By us.
Forever.
My turn.
My cock was hard and thick, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She watched me, her eyes dark, a flicker of fear warring with the undeniable hunger in their depths. She knew what was coming. She wanted it as much as she feared it.
Dmitri movedaway from between her legs. Then he gently lifted her, arranging her on her hands and knees, her perfect peach of an ass in the air. He positioned himself behind her, his hands possessively on her hips, his cock a thick, heavy battering ram against her entrance.
I knelt in front of her, my hand cupping her chin, tilting her head up. Her lips were parted and she was breathing rapidly. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of defiance and desire.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded, staring into those glassy eyes.
She hesitated, her jaw tightening. It was a final, futile act of rebellion. It made me smile as I waited for her submission.
From behind her, Dmitri smacked her ass. Hard. The sound was loud enough that Viktor and Katya would probably be able to hear it down the hall.
“Be good,” Dmitri said softly. She flinched, but I could see the shiver of pleasure that ran through her. Her mouth opened and I fed my cock to her, the broad head sliding past her lips, the rest of it following to settle heavy on her tongue.
Like a good girl, she moaned around my length, the vibration sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to my balls.She tentatively swept her tongueagainst the undersideof my cock, exploring me with a hesitation that made me want to take her over my knee.
Dmitri watched, his eyes dark with a raw heat. “Look at her,” he said affectionately. “She takes it so well. Her mouth was made for your cock, brother.”
I threaded my fingers through her hair, my grip tightening. “Her whole body was made for this,” I observed. “For us.”
Dmitri leaned in, his mouth brushing against the shell of her ear. “You were born to be fucked by us, weren’t you, baby girl? To be a toy for our pleasure.”
“Yesssss,” she hissed around my dick.
I slid in and out of her mouth, setting the pace for my pleasure. Dmitri knelt up behind her and took hold of his big, hard cock, rubbing the tip up and down against her wet folds and eliciting another helpless cry of arousal from her lips.
“Look at him as he fucks your mouth,” Dmitri said, his voice a low, seductive growl. “I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy now, too. We’re going to fill you up, and you’re going to take every inch of our cocks.”He grabbed her hips roughly, a clear, unspoken command to stay still.
And then he thrust into her.
Her entire body went rigid, a choked gasp escaping around my cock.I watched as he sank to the hilt in one smooth, punishing stroke. His eyes rolled and he threw his head back on a long groan of complete pleasure.
“That’s it, Kara,” I grunted, my hips beginning to rock, aleisurelyrhythm that matched the thrusts of my brother. “Take us both. Take everything we give you.”
I watched as Dmitri fucked her, his muscles flexing and his hips a blur of motion. He was like a man possessed, his control a thin, fragile veneer over his feral hunger.
Just like I was about to take her mouth.
Her moans vibrated around my length. I tightened my grip on her hair, my movements faster, pushing in deeper, becoming more demanding, fucking her mouth with a merciless rhythm that matched my brother’s.
We were aruthless, beautiful symphony of flesh and will. We were in control. She was our instrument, and we were playing her with the skill of master musicians.
“Look at her,” Dmitri grunted. “She’s soaking my cock. Her pussy is weeping for me, for us.”
“Of course she is,” I rasped. “She knows her place.”
